His Image

They say that we are his image
Yet they can't decide which image her is.
Black, white, yellow, green.
Is he all in the mind?

They say his words are written,
yet they're all written differently?
They say they speak his words, with his voice,
yet they preach from different books, 
speak in different tongues.

They say the he made them.
Yet they give him life.
They say that it is his world,
yet they destroy it.
Everyone made in his image,
think their mirrors shows it right,
but which of them were in his image?

When everyone is dead,
people will still argue.
Some to heaven, some to hell?
Some merely to sit and wait between?
Which of the people he made in his image
are better than the others?